TABLES FOR. TWO Ladies Invited T HE speakeasy, that socia] climber, is at this point facing the most critical stage of its spectacular career . You'd think that everything would be nice and tidy now, with no more raids and all. Maybe the pro- prietors themselves think that every- thing is clear sailing. I say no, no, no. My reasons for alarm are not the con- ven tional ones, for I ha ve ever been a waggish wench. I don't know whether the hotels will come back into their own, or whether there will be revival of the great, airy restaurant, like Sherry's and Martin's. (Will we be the bor.es ahout our favorite hole-in-the-wall that our eld- ers are about DelmonIco's? Do you really think it was gayer to drink cham- pagne out of slippers than to watch Charlie deftly eject a bore from his emporium?) And I cannot View with Alarm a possible return of the saloon. But we who adore civilized eating and drinking can see an axe hovering over the boys' heads. You take a look at Marlborough House (Moriarty's to you), Bruno's, the Cog Rouge, and lots of others. They show which way the wind bloweth and listeth. A few months ago, interior decorators waltz- ed in, carrying handsome silver wall- paper and cans of paint and striped umbrellas and garden furniture. The table-d'hôte followed directly after. The federal agents walked out the doors and lady shoppers walked in, fresh from trying to match pieces of silk at McCreery's. And what are those jovial and robust places now? Tearooms, God save the mark, com- plete with rosy-cheeked young matrons, apple-and-celery salads, and waiting in line for tables. I HAVE nothing against the tearoon1 personally, except that I a void it whenever possible. I marvel at what they can do for a dollar, but I hate dabs of this-a and that-a, particularly when it is dainty. My idea of an adult salad is a crumpled, damp green mess at the bottom of a hacked wooden bowl, not prim pieces of pear and pineapple with cream cheese and a maraschino cherry. Give me one divine, delicious dish for a meal and I am happy. (Jack and Charlie: Hold out, babies. We'll all be back, denouncing your prices as usual. ) I haven't been around to the Cabins and Alice Foote MacDougalls and the rest lately, so I don't know if they are suffering from the speak- easy, as the hotels suffered for years. But I do wish they would do some- thing to reclaim their own. It's no fun going to the bar with a dream prince at lunchtime and finding every stool occu pied by maiden aunts, hesitating over a choice of cocktails as they are wont to do over the temptations of peach Melba versus fudge cake. Your favorite bartend- er is so busy explaining what's in a Manhattan, an Orange Blossom, and a Martini that he has no time to mix any- thing. Heaven knows, women who have gone through a hectic shopping morning are entitled to a cocktail be- fore lunch. I wish they'd hurry to make up their minds, that's all, before I die on my feet. You know it's going to be an Old-Fashioned in the end. I also want to make it clear that I like women very much. Some of them are my best friends. But in the mass they are horrid. They need men be- side them to look their best. And every woman in the world needs a man around the house to raise hell about the food and keep the household on its toes, albeit hysterically. The speakeasies ought to be careful of us hussIes. If you remember those he-man steaks that Moriarty used to have, seared and crisp on the outside and rare in the middle, you'd be frightened too. You can't go to the Riverside Inn in Smithtown every time you crave a steak like that. 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